First Date

We  sat on the brown settee, me
astride your knees, and you
with your loud checked shirt
red hair
and freckles, we sat like that
talking, were surprised by
my  mother, shocked to see me
sitting there and I so much in love
1 couldn't care.

What  was the game  we played
then, lovely love alive and
primed  to last, the game we
lost through time - first love
loved, looked back on.
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